REQUIEM

REQUIEM

“There is nothing sad about an empty shell.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery The Little Prince

My
poetry
is the shell
I leave you now.
It’s spiralled substance
all I’ve known of life and love.
See how it winds, and ever opens
stained with all the colors of my growth
and every gift and every touch of all of you and more

Hold it to your ear

you may hear the ocean